Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession : Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Alora’s POVThe sound of metal clashing and voices shouting jolted me awake, sending my heart racing. I sat up in bed, disoriented for a second before realizing the commotion was coming from outside. The night had been calm when I went to bed, the air still and quiet, but now… something was wrong. Very wrong.My eyes flickered to Navaeh, peacefully asleep in her crib. I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her. Her soft breathing was the only thing grounding me at that moment. Whatever was happening outside, I needed to make sure she was safe first. I gently pulled her blankets tighter around her, kissed her forehead, and checked that the crib bars were secure. My daughter. My precious girl.Another loud noise echoed from below, and my body tensed. I had to see what was going on. Quickly, I grabbed a simple pair of jeans and a shirt, throwing them on in haste. There was no time for anything else. My mind raced as I quietly but swiftly moved down the stairs, the sounds growing lou

Alora’s POVThe sound of Rune’s body hitting the ground sent a shiver through me. My chest tightened as I rushed forward, heart pounding as I saw him lying there, unconscious, but still alive. His breathing was ragged, each inhale labored as though he was fighting to stay conscious, to hold on to something just beyond his reach. My mind raced, and I could barely think straight. Rune?I stopped a few feet away, my breath catching as I took him in. Even like this —helpless, vulnerable— he still looked formidable. His broad, muscular chest rose and fell with each agonizing breath, his skin slick with sweat from the fight. His hair, usually perfectly in place, was now tousled, falling into his eyes. He looked different, weaker somehow, yet that aura of dominance still clung to him, even as he fought to stay awake. Such a powerful man on the floor. Eirlys and Morrigan stood over him, their expressions cold and calculating, magic still crackling in the air around them. I had seen them wi

Rune’s POV Hazel lingered in the room, her eyes flickering with something that unsettled me. It wasn’t the usual coldness or disdain she wore when facing me; this time, there was sadness there, a weight I wasn’t used to seeing in her. “Rune,” she whispered, her voice wavering slightly. “I always liked you, you know?” I frowned, confused by her words. Liked me? Hazel had always been cold, distant, sometimes even harsh. There was no warmth between us. She had always made her disdain for me clear, especially when it came to my obsession with Alora. But now, as she stepped even closer, I saw something different in her eyes. Sadness, regret, maybe even longing. Her hands trembled as she reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against my bare chest. I stiffened at the touch, not expecting it. “Hazel,” I warned, my voice low, though I didn’t pull away. She shook her head, her lips pressing into a tight line. “You never noticed, did you?” she murmured, almost to herself. “You

Rune’s POV Alora stood there, right in front of me, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, the iron grip that had been crushing my heart since the day she left finally began to ease. After everything I’d learned, everything that anonymous woman had revealed about the twisted plans they had for her, all I cared about was that she was okay. But that wasn’t all. No, far from it. As the relief settled, my desire for her hit me like a storm, crashing over me in wave after wave. She was standing there, bathed in the dim light of the dungeon, looking like a walking temptation, like sex and sin. A goddess. MY goddess. She hadn't changed much, but at the same time, she had. It was in her eyes, the way they blazed with this fierce, undeniable power. And gods help me, it made her even more irresistible. I let my gaze roam over her, unable to stop myself. Her sharp cheekbones, her red hair that cascaded down her waist like flames in the darkness… it was like she had

Rune’s POV My cock was rock hard, straining painfully against its limits, but there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. Not a damn thing. I hate these fucking witches and will make them pay for restraining me. Her eyes, those sharp green eyes, glinted with a dangerous fire as she looked me over, and I knew. I fucking knew what she was going to do. And some part of me felt proud I brought out her depraved side. Every fibre of my being screamed for her, begged for her. But I couldn't touch her. Couldn't move. Couldn't do anything except watch. "You're dying for this, aren't you, Rune?" she whispered, her voice low, taunting. She was fucking enjoying this. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. Her lips curved into a slow, wicked smile as she let her hands slide down her body, starting at her breasts. Is that a trickle of milk? Fuck! My eyes followed the movement automatically, helplessly. The way her fingers grazed over her soft skin, teasing her nipples to stif